The Prince's Abused Mate
The Prince’s Abused Mate – Chapter 23

My eyes flutter open and I stretch my limbs. I get out of the bed to open the Windows and breath in the fresh air. I take a shower quickly and get a sweatpant from the closet but I think otherwise since it’s not too cold. The weather is perfect. I opt to wear a yellow sundance dress and white sandals. I fix my hair in a ponytail before leaving the room. I go to the Prince’s room next to mine, did he come back last night? I knock twice but no response comes from his end so I push the door open.

He’s not here but he slept in it. I inspect the room, unlike my room, this one is slightly bigger, with two sofas. There are bottles of alcohol on the small glass table.

I go to the kitchen for a cup of hot cocoa and then go outside to enjoy the air. I sit on the veranda couch, drinking my coffee when I hear a russle not far from the trees. I get up in alarm and walk over the stairs. I sigh in relief when Ahyan comes into view. He is wearing black shorts and running shoes. His torso is bare and glistened in sweat, making him sexier, I gulp as I begin to imagine what it’s like being under him while he k****s all over my body. He walks closer to me and snaps his fingers in my face. Only did I realize I was fantasizing about him.

He smiles ” Daydreaming, Amara,” he touches my nape and k****s my cheeks softly.

” Morning,”

I’m so confused having him in front of me like that and my brain can think of nothing but e*****a nor can I formulate any words but my fingertips raise to trace his torso, he has a toned body and a well-defined six-pack. I feel sparks all over my arm. I’m in a trance and he doesn’t move at all. I’ve never seen him this close half-naked. He’s sexy as hell and I want to k**s his chest. I bite my lips. A low growl erupts from him before he slightly moves away, I peer up to him, and a knowing smirk is playing on his lips.

” Oh-oh my god,” I mutter, pulling away from him. I’m so red with embarrassment and I look anywhere but at him.

Ahyan Pov

Her long shiny hair cascade down to her sides and I see her biting her lips as we stare at each other, damn why does she have to be so irresistibly sexy in that dress.

” Mine, mine, mine,” Drakon growls in my head.

Amara is holding me captive with her big mesmerizing grey eyes. I can feel her tension as her chest heaved up and down.

Time slows as I advance toward her but she’s still in her trance.

I grab her nape and k**s her good morning, but she doesn’t react, still in her trance.

Her fingers slowly caress my chest and I f*****g tremble but I can’t help it. I want her to continue touching me and Drakon wants to f**k and hear her m***s, I’m losing control.

I need her to stop this now or I’ll take her right here and now. I muster my strength and tear away from her. She seems to get out of her trance.

” Oh- oh my god,” her thoughts can’t formulate any words. She is embarrassed and looking everywhere but me. I smile and grab her hand as I lead her back into the house. Amara is still silent, trying to calm her breath.

I sit her down in the salon and go to the kitchen, watching a video on YouTube, I try to make crepes and sausages. The flour is all over the counter, I’ve burned the sausages twice already. I’m struggling over here. Finally, Amara strides here, wearing an awkward smile.

She exhales deeply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear

she clears her throat. ” I’m sorry about earlier,”

” why?”

There is silence between us. Her gaze is on me but she averts it soon.

” The way I was acting was inappropriate,”

” It’s normal, people react to me in that way. I guess I’m irresistible,” I joke however, she scowls, her lips twitching.

She swallows.

Amara helps me with breakfast, she seems frustrated and is ignoring me.

After breakfast, we watch a movie of her choice, unfortunately for me, it is one of those dumb romantic movies girls like. I’m stealing glances from her.

She is so gorgeous and her full lips are Inviting. I want to k**s her badly. She glances at me for a second before turning her attention back to the TV.

” Are you mad?” I ask, she only shakes her head, not sparing me a glance.

” Then why aren’t you laughing even when it’s funny?” I ask, studying her.

” Wasn’t funny to me, why didn’t you laugh,”

Her tone is cold and I’m taken aback. ” I’m not even interested to watch the movie,” I reply

She sighs and reaches for the remote and presses pause.

I grab her chin and make her face me since we were already close

” Are you upset by my earlier comment? I was just kidding,”

” It’s true anyway,” she sighs, leaning her head back on the couch lazily.

” What movies do you watch?” She asks.

” I like actions such as fast and furious,” She smiles. We continue to discuss our favorite things and I find out we both like the color black and hate any fruits on our pizza.

Thinking of pizza makes my stomach growls and Amara chuckles, it’s music to my ears. She grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen.

We are making homemade pizza for dinner tonight.

Two hours later, we are in the game room to have some fun. We play music and all sorts of games we can think of. I’m not ashamed to say she has beat me in most of them or I let her win because I love the happy dance and her squeals when she wins, I also learn that she’s very competitive. We move to the next activity for the night which is a dart.

To make it more interesting, the loser drinks shots of tequila, and already a full bottle of tequila is almost done. Amara has terrible aim and is a cheap drunk as she is already tipsy.

I plop into the couch while she dances on the stripper pole.

” Is this how they do it?” I can’t stop laughing, she is terrible at it.

” You wouldn’t work at the strip club,” I chuckle.

With inhumane speed, she comes over to me to straddle me. Her arms go around my neck as she looks me in the eyes.

” Have you been at the strip club before?” She asks, I nod slowly.

” Have you been with those women?” Amara looks furious.

” Well in what way?” I ask softly, my eyes are fixed on hers as our faces are so close to one another.

” Did you f**k them?” I’m hesitant to answer but she suddenly tugs my hair roughly, making me growl in delight, I love it when girls do that.

” So? Have you? Did you enjoy it? Do you like them?” Her questions are unending yet she seems angry. My hands caress her waist.

” I did,” I whisper against her collarbone, and a growl tears from her chest as she says,

” f**k me,” my eyes widen a bit at her words, I gulp as I trail my gaze from her head to her body. Amara is serious right now and if I want I can have her. My d**k twitches in my pants as her fingers leave my hair to caress my skin where she can. I take in her scent and k**s her collarbone then her neck, she tilts her neck to allow me access. I can hear low m***s escaping her lips over the music and it’s driving Drakon and me bonkers! I want to take her, f**k her, I want her to writhe under me and scream my name in pleasure but I’m hesitant. No, not like this.

I detach my lips from her skin and she frowns, it’s so cute.

” Don’t want to be with me?”

” I do, very much actually but when I f**k you, Amara, I want you fully conscious and I want you to remember every detail for the rest of your life,” I say. her breath hitches as she nods slowly. She opens her mouth but no sound comes out, I pull her into an embrace and we stay like that for a long time.

Amara suddenly makes a gagging sound, this can’t be good. She gets to her feet quickly and staggers, I grab her arm so she doesn’t fall.

” Ahyan, I think I’m going to-” before she finishes her sentence she pukes all over my shirt. I let her arm go as Drakon’s laughter echos in my head while Amara lands on the couch with a loud sound.

I turn to see her snoring. I carry her to bed and change her clothes Into a big t-shirt that I got from her wardrobe, not easy by the way.